Tiangong Qi Tan Zhi Shu Lake

on the street.

The master and servant who left the teahouse slowed down.

The sun is setting, the sea breeze is blowing, and the white sails are dotted in the distance.

The young man in brocade clothes suddenly restrained his perverseness just now, looked thoughtfully at the end of the long street, and stared at an inn in a daze.

The servant cautiously followed beside him, persuading him: "Master, don't take the nonsense of the villagers in your heart, and don't be angry with them..."

angry?

nonexistent!

The young man let out a soft "hum" from his nose, and leaned on his body again sullenly: "Is he worthy too?"

"Not worthy!" The boy stood upright, his voice resounding.

"Let's go to Rongji Restaurant for a drink."

The boy was taken aback, and quickly begged with a smile on his face: "Ancestor, tomorrow is the last round of exams for Shangfang Academy, so don't drink tonight? You can tell me when you come here, only success is not allowed, and the six rounds will be difficult." It’s over, the last round cannot be missed.”

The young man looked disappointed, walked away with a frown, walked a few steps and turned around to find the boy still standing there with his hands on his waist, bluffing him: "Don't you go? Okay, then I'll punish you to stand here, what?" Don't go either."

The boy was so frightened that he chased after him for a few steps, and after walking for a while, he couldn't help nagging: "Master, but the exam is tomorrow..."

The boy raised his hand to him.

"..." The servant tightly shut his mouth.

"Open your mouth and shut your mouth for the exam, you won't be able to speak after the exam?" The young man taught him as he walked, "It's my exam, not yours. Look at you now, you look like an emperor who is not in a hurry to die. Eunuch..."

When the boy heard this, his face turned ashen, and he was about to cry: "Ancestor, please, we can't talk nonsense about losing our heads."

The young man didn't take it seriously, his eyes were fixed on the restaurant in front of him, and he walked as fast as the wind under his feet.

The waiter in the restaurant has already warmly greeted him:

"Second guest officers, please..."

"Guest officer, upstairs please!"

This is a seafood restaurant, and the ingredients are fresh seafood just caught from the sea.

The two master and servant sat down by the window and ordered a table of sumptuous dishes. The contentment on the young man's face was in stark contrast to the bitterness on the boy's face.

The teenager grew up in the inland and rarely ate seafood, especially this kind of sea urchin just caught from the sea. It is almost black and full of thorns, and it is full of yellow when opened. It is extremely tender and refreshing. The mustard water, not to mention how delicious it is.

After eating one, he rubbed his hands, and shouted at Xiao Er with a true foodie look: "Xiao Er, is the wine warm? Hurry up and get the crab."

While talking, he glanced at the inn diagonally opposite.

The name of the inn is Yuelai Inn. The front door is small and the house is very old. Most of the people living in it are north-south travelers and peddlers. There are lights on in the room of Datongpu.

A figure flickered, and a boy in civilian clothes appeared at the window, looking up at the starry sky.

Night fell, and the sky was full of stars.

The boy followed the young man's gaze, and his eyes immediately lit up: "Master, isn't that the one who took the same exam as you? Shall I invite him over? You can discuss how to do the final round of exams tomorrow." response?"

There was a slight complex expression on the boy's face, and he subconsciously grabbed the boy who got up, "Stop, don't disturb others."

Sensing that someone was staring at him, the boy in civilian clothes quietly left from the window.

After the boy sat down, he found that the person in front of the window had already left. He was a little disappointed, and murmured in his heart, not only did the young master not want to see him, but he also didn't want to contact the young master at all.

The crabs were on the table, and the warm wine was poured into the cups.

The young man enjoyed himself with a sip of crab and a sip of wine. After two glasses of wine, he began to persuade the boy to drink: "This is a beautiful day with beautiful scenery, good wine and good food. Come and have a drink with the master."

Before the words fell, the boy had already picked up the wine glass and stuffed it into the boy's hand

The little servant shook his head: "Master, you're teasing me again, you know I'm too weak to drink..."

"Drink as soon as you are told, don't whine about it."

The boy took the lead to drink the wine in the glass, and the young servant held the glass at a loss. Under the threatening gaze of his young master, he had to drink the wine in the glass like a poisonous poison.

"Come on, let's eat vegetables." A narrow smile appeared on the corner of the boy's mouth.

After drinking a cup, the boy seemed to be a different person in a blink of an eye. He flicked away his cautious and cautious appearance just now, rolled up his sleeves, chopsticks rained down, and his movements splashed.

The boy drank, not only did not stop him, but also snickered.

"Young Master, I'd like to present you with a drink." The boy hiccupped, raised his glass to the boy, and drank it down with his head raised.

The boy followed suit and had a drink.

The boy's eyes were reddened by drunkenness, he slapped his neck, patted the table, and asked what he had been holding in his heart for a long time: "Young master, tell me, the poor scholar just now, he is indeed talented, but even if he After passing all seven rounds of exams, can he... really enter Shangfang Academy?"

The boy smiled, thought for a while and said, "Why not?"

The servant's tongue was tied: "In Qingzhou, the lower...lower people are the lower class people, and the upper...the upper class people are the upper class people. The lower class people are only worthy of being cattle and horses for the upper class people. A person... can become a great... high official even if he has no talent or virtue, but the inferior people, no matter how well educated they are, they can't become a great... high official."

"Who said that?"

"There is no poor family in the upper class, and there are no noble families in the lower class. It has always been like this..."

The boy had already had too much to drink, so he didn't even notice that the boy's face darkened.

The boy didn't like to hear such words the most. He threw the half-eaten crab on the table, looked at the boy, and said loudly: "It's always been like this, so can't it be broken? Can't poor students change their fate against the sky?"

The noisy restaurant instantly fell silent.

There was silence around, all the diners looked over, the servant was so frightened that he was half sober from the wine, he lowered his head and dared not speak.

After a while, a voice called "OK" came from the corner.

The applause was a commoner who looked like a scholar. The people at the same table were encouraged and shouted "Hello" one after another, and an older scholar stood up and said loudly: "I never thought that there would be such a thing in Qingzhou today." Those who are willing to speak out for us poor scholars, scholars in Qingzhou don’t have to give up on themselves, go up, read poetry and books, get rid of fate, and go straight to Qingyun.”

Although this Rongji restaurant is a time-honored restaurant, it is a common people's restaurant, and the people who come here are ordinary people, young people just like this kind of place close to the common people.

As soon as the old man's words came out, the diners applauded one after another, and the whole restaurant applauded endlessly.

The boy's waist straightened instantly, and his face was full of complacency. After all, in this world, there is and only their young master is the most qualified to say such a thing.